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[00:10.90]Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass,--
[00:21.27]The finger-points look through like rosy blooms:
[00:31.98]Your eyes smile peace. The pasture gleams and glooms
[00:45.81]'Neath billowing skies that scatter and amass.
[01:10.57]All round our nest, far as the eye can pass,
[01:18.10]Are golden kingcup-fields with silver edge
[01:25.73]Where the cow-parsley skirts the hawthorn-hedge.
[01:34.57]'Tis visible silence, still as the hour-glass.
[01:48.21]
[01:56.45]Deep in the sun-searched growths the dragon-fly
[02:04.94]Hangs like a blue thread loosened from the sky:--
[02:20.75]So this wing'd hour is dropt to us from above.
[02:43.48]Oh! clasp we to our hearts, for deathless dower,
[02:54.94]This close-companioned inarticulate hour
[03:05.38]When twofold silence was the song of love.